Isn't it's strange that when we sleep, time flies and we don't even feel it?
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When you get into a car with someone and let them drive you somewhere, you are literally trusting that person with your life.
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::: If you explain something over text you are literally spelling it out for them.....
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Forgetfulness
"How ya holding up, Lucy?"I smiled, genuinely smiled for the first time since returning home with mom."Hanging in their like a hair in a biscuit. Thank you for asking, Father Barnes.""And your mother?"I sighed heavily as fresh tears began to well in my eyes. I reached for my pack and pulled out my last cowboy killer. I prayed I had another pack in the house laying around so I wouldn't have to go back to the store."Do you mind, Father?"He shook his head vigorously. "Who am I to judge? We all have our unique vices. But I must say, I never took you as a smoker."I exhaled my first hit heavily, feeling the nicotine surge through my veins. "I had quit years ago, shortly after I convinced Mom to stop. But now, with the Alzheimer's she's forgotten that the last cigarette she smoked was when Clinton was in office."This thought caused me to chuckle lightly. Mom had always thought he was easy on the eyes but after Monica told her side of the story I'm fairly certain it made Mom want him even more."I see." He offered a pleasant grin that lost its appeal the more I looked at it, wondering how many others had received this cheap gesture before their loved one moved on to the other side. "Care if I head inside? I'd like to visit with her."I put out my cigarette and began to grab for another. "Of course, go ahead. Watch out for the oxygen cord when you step through the door, don't want you to trip."He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he descended into the home.I grabbed my pack and realized again I had already smoked it empty. Loose pieces of tobacco is the only thing that greeted me.I headed to the driveway to see if I could find another pack in my car.I'm still not sure to this day if I imagined the screams or if they were real, but one thing I know for certain is the boom. The fire. The ever so quick consumption of my mother's home.That pack of Marlboros had apparently been located by my mother.
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"How ya holding up, Lucy?"I smiled, genuinely smiled for the first time since returning home with mom."Hanging in their like a hair in a biscuit. Thank you for asking, Father Barnes.""And your mother?"I sighed heavily as fresh tears began to well in my eyes. I reached for my pack and pulled out my last cowboy killer. I prayed I had another pack in the house laying around so I wouldn't have to go back to the store."Do you mind, Father?"He shook his head vigorously. "Who am I to judge? We all have our unique vices. But I must say, I never took you as a smoker."I exhaled my first hit heavily, feeling the nicotine surge through my veins. "I had quit years ago, shortly after I convinced Mom to stop. But now, with the Alzheimer's she's forgotten that the last cigarette she smoked was when Clinton was in office."This thought caused me to chuckle lightly. Mom had always thought he was easy on the eyes but after Monica told her side of the story I'm fairly certain it made Mom want him even more."I see." He offered a pleasant grin that lost its appeal the more I looked at it, wondering how many others had received this cheap gesture before their loved one moved on to the other side. "Care if I head inside? I'd like to visit with her."I put out my cigarette and began to grab for another. "Of course, go ahead. Watch out for the oxygen cord when you step through the door, don't want you to trip."He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he descended into the home.I grabbed my pack and realized again I had already smoked it empty. Loose pieces of tobacco is the only thing that greeted me.I headed to the driveway to see if I could find another pack in my car.I'm still not sure to this day if I imagined the screams or if they were real, but one thing I know for certain is the boom. The fire. The ever so quick consumption of my mother's home.That pack of Marlboros had apparently been located by my mother.
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"To call woman the weaker sex is a libel; it's man's injustice to woman. If by strength is meant brute strength, indeed, is woman less brute than man. If by strength is meant moral power, then woman is immediately man's superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she of more self-sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? Without her, man could not be. If non-violence is the law of our being, the future is with woman. Who can make a more effective to heart than woman?"
~ Mahatma Gandhi
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~ Mahatma Gandhi
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I held back my tears and clasped her hand tight while saying goodbye.
Then drew the saw across her wrist to make sure I had something to remember her by.
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Then drew the saw across her wrist to make sure I had something to remember her by.
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If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living. - Anatole France
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“There is virtue in work and there is virtue in rest. Use both and overlook neither.” Alan Cohen
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